It was one of those days—an infernal Friday in July—horrid heat, high humidity.
We decided to eat outside—deep in the thick of it—where central Kentucky summer clung to us like damp nightmare and we sauna-ed, even in the shade.
We’d been planning this for months—back when we were still living in Haiti and the earthquake-tsunami double whammy hit Japan, when it looked like my disaster responding partner and I might be bound for Tokyo ourselves.
We had earthquake in common—sort of. We were living the aftermath of one in Port-au-Prince. Emily survived the sway in Tokyo—a city that shrugged off disaster like no big deal. (To read Emily’s Freshly Pressed post about the earthquake, click here.)
So it happened that on Friday, Emily/Ambler Angel of “Hey from Japan” and the “Nose” (whom you’ll know is Emily’s sister, if you read her blog), not to mention the extended Clampitt Clan, met my partner Sara and me for lunch.
Tall, thin, curly-haired Emily—in khaki skirt and laughing Buddha—a sister, and gaggle of Clampitt kids landed in downtown Lexington, ready to sidewalk chalk the afternoon away—a sandwich here, a latte there.
We met at Third Street Stuff, a hip and happening Lexington hangout with beaded “trees” and lots of picnic table art. There we WordPress bloggers convened a meeting of seismic, Freshly Pressed proportion—Haiti and Japan, across a painted, purple picnic table.
Yes, we discussed the struggle to recover from massive natural disaster—especially on islands, where there’s no place to even put the rubble. But mostly we laughed our asses off—some parental craziness here, some sister sanity there. We epitomized the “it’s-like-I’d-always-known-her” cliché. But then, clichés are clichés for a reason, mostly because they’re so damn true, cause to meet Emily is to love her, to laugh with her, and then to laugh with her a whole lot more. And the “Nose”—you’d love her too.
Next summer in Kentucky, hopefully we’ll reconvene and rock the patio at Third Street Stuff all over again. Maybe we won’t solve the world’s problems, but we’ll discuss everything from peace in the Middle East to orangutans in Borneo—and we’ll do it all with abundant humor, not to mention amazing grace, a piece of Japan planted in the Blue Grass.
So, infernal Friday or not, who knows what will happen with the next seismic shift—cause where earthquakes and blogs collide, WordPress cliché can happen—and friendships can form along the fault lines.